Françoise, or the Path to the Glacier

The author considers it necessary to confess that all the characters in this narrative—and all the events described here—are the fruit of his imagination. Let the abundance of everyday and other details not mislead anyone. In reality, there are no such travelers, no psychotherapists, child poets, painters, auditors, grooming masters, retired traffic inspectors, teachers, or dramatists… Such children, such parents, such men and such women. And such dogs.